Author’s Note: This quick story is set prior to the events of the main Voluntatem Tenebrae series. It focuses on Tammy, who is a Priestess of Cthulhu in the present.
Recovered entries from Tammy Jackson’s 2018 journal
[The following in neat but somewhat carefree hand]
April 4
Craziest dreams last night! Started with me watching some weird tentacle porn. Really getting off on it. Turns me on still just thinking about it. What I was watching wasn’t just some big rubber dildo thing forcing itself into a woman. The whole thing was kinda dark and more realistic somehow. Shiny black tentacles from nowhere penetrated every hole of the woman that was really enjoying it. There was a surreal sensuality the way the tentacle wrapped around her limbs and penetrated her. Held up in the air, she was swimming in a sea of unearthly pleasure.
Shit, I’m fingering myself now!
What is really amazing me is how it gave me an idea for a project. My friends and I were struggling to come up with a subject, and the thing is due by the end of May. It will be the psychology of sex cults when fictional mythology is applied. I hope they like the idea.
April 5
They went for it! Ron, Jack, and Brad seemed a little too excited, and Lisa clearly did not have any better ideas. What really surprised me was how the idea evolved. I really am not sure who wanted to do this first, but at least I was really excited. Inspired by the legendary “Dare Club” that supposedly existed at the college back in the late 1990s, we agreed to do more than just research, and create our own cult. The latter part was not really part of the accepted proposal.
Also not part of the proposal was our agreement that we would need to shed our sexual inhibitions amongst ourselves. None of us were seeing anyone right then, so that was not a bid deal. We did all admit that this was pretty crazy, though.
April 6 through 9 appear missing
April 10
We talked with some cooky old professor today. Just the original four of us. Brianna was not part of the “official” project. We went though some real and fictional cults, particularly the sex-cults. Interesting, but the only one that really caught me was the ones of Lovecraft.
The described cults were and weren’t sexual in nature. The professor agreed that tentacle porn had roots with these kinds of stories. What was really interesting was the lack of detail in the rituals, at least in what Lovecraft wrote. The professor forwarded his interpretation that it did not really matter what the rituals were, because they were largely created by humans via trial and error. It was like an ant colony deciding to get the attention of humans: possible.
He was surprisingly helpful in devising possible rituals based on the Cthulhu Mythos, especially in what would best connect to sexual endeavors.
April 11 through 14 appear missing
[The following in scrawled hand]
April 15
Preparations for our first ritual were complete last night. What we did cannot be undone.
We set up on top of a nearby hill. 3D printed statue of Cthulhu at the peak. All naked under our robes, which became our blankets once disrobed when we started.
With me at the forefront naked and chanting, they were all pleasuring themselves. With my staff, I began to open the Gate that was Yog-Sothoth.
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate.
Yog-Sothoth is the gate.
Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate.
Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth.
He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old,
and where They shall break through again.
He knows where They have trod earth’s fields,
and where They still tread them,
and why no one can behold Them as They tread.
By our sexual power freely given,
Let us see into the Hiding Light!
Let us see into the Blinding Darkness!
Rend the Veil!
Destroy the Mirror!
Reveal the Illusion!
See, the Gate opens!
After speaking those words, myself and the rest orgasming, something happened. I began to chant in a language and tones wholly alien to me. A veil of darkness shrouded me that was no veil. The timeless infinity of the multiverse slowly began to infest my perception of reality. There were vast darknesses overlapping with endless energies, impossible colors, life beyond life. Through it all was something existing that was beyond my feeble human imagination moments before.
Before me came into focus a monstrous anthropoid form, whose tentacled presence transcended conscious reality. Waves of pleasure flew from the being that was the Great Cthulhu. Every wave brought about world destroying orgasms that ripped apart my very being. I became nothing yet everything in a time undetermined. Yet, it was that very orgasmic energy that gave me the strength to pull myself back together into something new.
My Master pushed me back to my feeble human body back on Earth. My reformed essence altered my body at the genetic level, remaking me into the first true Priestess of the Great Cthulhu. There would be no need to open the Gates again, for my essence was now forever connected with my Great Old One, the Dreamer existing beyond time and space.
I simply knew things now. I knew the path I must take. I knew my DNA, my essence would transform further. Every genetic change will bring me and others to a final form forged by the Great Cthulhu
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The Realms of Mr. Potestas 